In the south-central part of the continent, the orc kingdom is clustered and distributed, among which the orc kingdom is the most adjacent to the human kingdom, and it is also the largest orc kingdom, the Blood Fang Empire, this kingdom has been in war since a few years ago, and the resistance from within the orc clan has been stalemate with the royal family for a long time.

As far as the intersection between Wang Yu and this group of orcs is concerned, there is not much, the only time I have had a "battle" with them before, is just watching Sky Machinery City kill the out-of-control synthetic beast Chimera group made by those rebel orc wizards...

Then, that's it, the internal affairs of the orcs are left to the orcs to solve by themselves, as a neutral organization, Sky Mechanical City is similar to the Cult of the Illuminati, it will not interfere in the internal affairs of a certain race kingdom, and will only deal with things that will cause excessive damage.

The ratio of the power of the orc royal clan to these rebel orcs is about six to four, with the *** river across the Blood Fang Empire as the rough boundary, garrisoning on their own territory, and large-scale conflicts occur from time to time.

The perennial war has stained the green blood of the orcs, so that the ecological environment in the river has changed greatly.

Many herbivorous fish are directly extinct, but there are many alien fish that live by filtering the blood in the water stream after demonization, and the number of large carnivorous fish has also increased dramatically, in the event of a war, these giant carnivorous fish will wait for the corpses of the orcs to be sent to the door, and even take the initiative to attack the orc warriors.

It is rumored in various orc tribes that these large carnivorous fish are made by enemy orc shamans, but this statement has never been verified, but these large carnivorous fish eat orcs, and orcs will also use these big fish as food, so in fact, no orc will really care who made these fish.

South of the river, the largest camp or tribe of the rebel orcs, the Stone Heart Tribe, there is actually no difference between the two, the orc race is a natural warrior, and will not stop fighting from birth, and every orc tribe can be regarded as an orc army.

The tents, made of animal skins and the branches and leaves of large trees, were made of various shapes, ranging from hairy or bareskinned to orcs with protruding fangs or the same pattern as human teeth, and from time to time orc children could be seen screaming and laughing and running by, salivating at the prey carried by adult orcs.

The atmosphere here really doesn't feel like a war, and it's completely different from the solemn and desolate environment of Alestale and Seventan at that time, and it's evening at this moment, and the female orcs are squatting by the *** river, washing their blood-stained prey and blade armor in the turbulent river.

"Poof! Ahh

The surface of the water suddenly exploded, and a huge "catfish" with a body length of more than three meters jumped high, bit the head of a female orc on the shore, and dragged the screaming opponent into the water.

"Poof!"

Before the huge carnivorous fish could enjoy its newfound prey, an iron spear burst out from the shore, piercing the big fish that had just washed into the water.

"Ah, it scared me, but there's another meat, let's get more food for the kids."

The red-skinned female orc opened the mouth of the dead fish and emerged from the water, its head popping out of the water, and the teeth of the big fish still had the teeth marks on the thick, muscular neck, but the fury that entered automatically in times of crisis gave the big fish no chance to bite off the female orc's neck.

"Thank you, Lord Garush."

Dragging the big fish out of the water, the female thanked the orc who had just thrown her spear to free her in a non-lingua franca language.

"Pay more attention to the water in the future, this fish is just an ordinary big fish, if you encounter a demonized fish, I won't have a chance to save you."

Garush was an extremely large adult orc, with hairless skin and a leather-like brownish-red color, and the same exaggerated tenacity gave the impression of two huge fangs extending from his mouth, looking extremely hideous.

The war paint depicted by the shaman on the face indicates the identity of the other party in this tribe, the warrior chief, also known as the hunting king, whether it is fighting or hunting, and the rest of the orcs

The first object of obedience is him, and the orders of those who are relatively intelligent orc commanders are inferior to the other party.

Garoosh didn't say much, just reminded the female orc to be aware of the dangerous fish in the *** river, he had more important things to deal with.

Walking between the tents, all the orcs retreated as they passed, and then applied the common etiquette of the orcs, and even the most mischievous orc children would carefully walk away when they saw each other, without making too much noise.

This awe is not only due to the education and warnings of adult orcs, in fact, even orc children who are only a year old and have extremely chaotic minds will avoid Garush, and the coercion exuded by the powerful life force of the other party is too obvious for the orc race.

Garoosh walked in silence before the largest tent of the tribe, and opened the curtain and stepped into it, the light inside which was dim and the strange smell permeated the tent.

Beneath the huge saucepan, the wood burned with a faint green flame, and the pot was boiling viscous potions made of several demonic ingredients, and the faint light that could not tell whether it was blue or green illuminated the small area inside the tent.

"Coming? Help me taste it."

Much shorter than Garush, the tribal shaman with his rickety figure hidden under the black robe scooped up a small bowl of viscous liquid from the pot and handed it to the other party.

"Boom."

Without delving into what these liquids were, Garoosh swallowed the viscous soup mixed with a large amount of particles in one go, and as the decoction entered Garush's belly, the special power inside also began to work, and the surging life force began to be transmitted to Garoosh from the stomach.

"It's no problem, it's full of vitality, much better than what you made before, Shaman."

Touching the war streak on his face that began to glow brightly due to the infusion of life force, Garoosh replied earnestly, his words a little muffled, because he was concentrating on digesting the somewhat excessive vitality in his body.

"Very well, then you can flesh them and bring me what I want."

The orc shaman nodded in satisfaction, and walked to a corner of the room, where a muscular orc was bound, as if he had been drugged and fell into a deep sleep, even when the wizard stabbed the sharp staff head into the other's chest, he did not react in the slightest.

Reciting a long and intricate incantation, the green stream of light was withdrawn from the orc's body, and as these materialized life forces were withdrawn from the orc's body, the opponent's strong flesh quickly dried up, and finally the flesh melted to the bone, leaving only a puddle of bone-stained paste on the ground.

Garoosh stepped out of the tent, and the orc shaman put the green ball of life force in his hand into the soup pot of the stewed viscous liquid, and the light emitted by the liquid inside also slightly brighter, and the pot contained much more life force than it looked.

After all, for the study of the vitality of flesh and blood creatures, the orc shamans have more knowledge than the elves, they are the real life force masters, and the spell fire used by Wang Yu is really not a high-end knowledge in these orc shamans.

Although the orc shaman almost does not know the knowledge mastered by other races, it is precisely because of the special knowledge inheritance method used by the orc shaman, the way the orcs use the vitality of the orcs, even the Sky Mechanical City has not included it, and the two-way knowledge of the internal and external is closed, which is almost the situation of the orc tribe.

Garoosh stepped out of his tent and ran quickly in the direction of the outside of the camp, and from this place he could see that behind the orc camp was a medium-sized hill, and at this moment, a large crater appeared in the center of the hill.

Inside the pit, a tall tower that is more than 100 meters tall and seems to be buried in the ground stands alone, and its architectural style and form obviously have nothing to do with orcs.

The minaret had suddenly appeared here in recent days, but the shamans of Garush's Shixin tribe and the shamans of the other tribes seemed to be unsurprised.

There is not just one of these minarets, in fact there are many places

appeared, but they all had one thing in common, that is, they only appeared south of the *** river, that is, in the territory where the orc rebels were located, and there was not even a single such tower in the territory of the orc royal family.

A few days ago, the orc shaman asked Garush to put something here, and the shaman didn't say much about these spires, but Garush, who had a keen ear, heard the shaman say to himself "old times" and "nodes", which he couldn't quite understand.

"Click."

Picking up the skull, which had been somewhat stuck to the ground due to the solidification of the liquid oozing from within, Garush could feel how different this thing came from the shaman's hand compared to a few days ago.

A few days ago, when the shaman sent a skull filled with a lot of life force, even if the life force contained in it was comparable to that of a full-fledged knight, to Garush it was just a "corpse" indistinguishable from those potions, but at this moment, he could already feel that this head was a living thing.

「……」

Placing his head in his large hand and watching in silence for a moment, Garush returned to the shaman's tent with the object.

"Well, no problem, in this case, Garush, the existence that can forge an ideal kingdom for us orcs can come to this era!"

The shaman examined the skull and drew another war paint on the orc Garush's face in approval, placing the skull into the pot of boiling soup as he spoke.

As the skull was placed, the viscous substance in the soup pot with great vitality gathered towards it, slowly shaping and filling it to form a body.

"Ah, it seems to be going well, what kind of era is it now, can you tell me about it, those abyssal creatures have been dealt with properly, I don't want to see those disgusting things that don't follow the rules in the ideal country."

Inside the soup pot, the "newborn" life looked at the orc Grush, who was staring at him expressionlessly, and the wizard whose face and body were hidden under the black robe, and asked about the information of the moment with a little excitement.

In the carriage room of the Twilight Merchant Alliance, located in a magic guide branch in the Dwarven Realm, Damian and two other companions who are also members of the "Lightless Mystical Order" have unloaded today's goods, received food from the Chamber of Commerce's cafeteria, and brought them back to their own wooden house to enjoy.

Since they joined the Night Church, they have been following Elliot's convoy for quite a long time, and Elliot's business has become bigger and bigger, and they have been assigned to these branches as the few Night Lady believers who are not as close and familiar as the original Night Church members and Elliot.

Damian and his two companions discussed, first working in the Elven Kingdom for almost a year, and then followed the Dusk Business Alliance to the Dwarven Kingdom with the expanded business scope.

The exaggerated expansion of the Night Church and the things they had never seen in this continent had been witnessed by them over the years, and now these three were a small asset in their hands.

"Crunch ......"

Damian, who opened the lunch box to check what he had eaten today, pushed open the door with his other hand, but the next moment, he was stunned.

At the wooden table in the room, there sat an unusually familiar presence that he should not have been surprised by, but now, a feeling of trance came to Dami's peace of mind at an inopportune time.

"It seems that you have done a good job, it is better than the original direct elimination, the Night God, an extremely dangerous god, would be a better choice if it could be reversed and used in our plans, come on, take it."

A dagger was thrown by the other party, and it landed precisely in Damian's hand, looking at this dagger, feeling the consciousness inside that was compressed in extremely small crystals, countless between death and life, Damian was suddenly a little confused.